Your mother is a skanky whore
And that is why we talk no more
Not for want of things unsaid
But because inside she’s dead
And when your older you’ll see true
And pity me the things I knew
But close your eyes now, go to sleep
And pray to God our souls to keep
Except your mothers; rank and fell
That is going straight to hell
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I didn’t say these things, I only thought them.
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I'm sorry,,,,, this was so funny. I've been absent for quite a while and this is my first poem read of the day. You haven't changed a bit.
Ha ha! Depressing isn’t it! 🙂
I shouldn't have said funny......... I meant that in an ironic way funny but it didn't come out right. Yes it'it is depressing that she hurt you so.
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very funny.
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